Page 29 of Beneath the Blindfold

“I’m sorry, she’s not willing to accept the offer. Would you like to try again? How about sixty thousand?”

“What? That’s more.”

I couldn’t understand what her game was, and broke the rule about staying quiet. I tried not to hiss it at her. “What are you doing?”

“Joseph told me to try to get as much out of the client as I could.” Her direct voice was stunning. “I believe this man would pay every last cent he had for you.”Oh my God.“Am I wrong?”

The question seemed to be for Dominic. He sighed. “Nope.”

“You’re her boyfriend?” she asked.

“Fiancé.”

“Fuck,” I said, squirming against the straps. “What tipped you off?”

“Lots of things. He didn’t look at your tattoo, which is interesting, so that made me think he’d already seen it. There’s no security on the premises, which says Joseph trusts this man with you.” She paused. “Also, I could tell he lied about the car. Even if I couldn’t, it was too much coincidence. I saw the Jaguar logo on your keyring as you were going through your purse upstairs.”

A feminine hand was on my wrists, tugging at the Velcro.

“The biggest giveaway,” she continued, “is the way he looks at you. Can’t take his eyes off of you.”

The command from Dominic was quiet, but firm. “Stop. I’ll do that.”

Yeah, he’d undo my restraints . . . when he was good and ready. I took in a deep breath. “Tell Joseph he should hire you.”

She gave a half-laugh. “He just did.” She must have meant through the comm in her ear. “Have fun, you two.”

Heels tapped out on the hard floor, growing quieter with each step, and the door fell shut. I flinched when fingers skimmed across my belly and up between the valley of my breasts. He gripped my chin and set his soft lips against mine.

“I would, you know,” Dominic said. “Pay every last cent I have for you, Payton.”

“I told you, I don’t want your money.”

His hot mouth sucked and licked at the base of my throat as it journeyed downward. “Yeah? What do you want?”

“For starters, I want my ring back. And then I want your cock.”

He chuckled and the mouth vanished. The cold ring was slipped back onto its home on my finger, and I clenched my hand tight around it. It’d been off for twenty minutes, but it felt like eons.

“Okay, now that cock.”

His lips were back at my collarbone, inching over my skin. “You,” the stubble of his unshaven face rubbed against my breasts, “are not . . .fuckingin charge.”

“Shit!” I cried as he nipped at the underside of my breast, hard enough it might have left a crescent shaped mark. His physical mark on me to match the emotional one he’d left. Dominic stained my soul, and I loved it. Electricity spider-webbed from the sting, and my veins flooded with heat.

My hands curled around ribbons holding me down as his fingernails scored painlessly across my stomach in a straight line toward my pussy. His light touch was worse than his firm one. The ache choked my lungs and left my head swirling with need.

Inch by inch.

His mouth followed his fingers down and he inhaled deeply, like he was trying to memorize my scent. The pads of his fingers worked over the inside of my thighs, my hips, and dragged slowly from one spot to another just above my slit. Teasing. Tormenting.

“Touch me,” I whispered.

He didn’t. His palms smoothed down my legs and back up again. I urged my knees apart and the leather protested quietly. The throb in my clit was intense, fueled by his warm breath that I could feel pouring over me.

“Dominic,” I whined.

Those fucking hands continued to explore and linger, never straying to where I was desperate for them. His lips skimmed the inside of my knee. Sparks danced across my nerves as two fingers brushed upward in a line along my thigh, starting a tremble in my legs.

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